"Please, take your mask off" i said with trembling voice. His head dropped to my level, and butterflies in my stomach were going crazy when he started whispering in my ear. Even tho he was whispering, i could feel how deep his voice is. "If you want it off, than take it off by yourself sweetheart" with trembling hands, i grabbed his mask and took it off. My heart was racing, my mind more than in hights. I looked into his face and... Fuck. Oh no, no, no. Thats very bad. "Missed me, Hanny?" He smiled. HANNAH ELLIANA CARR I was happy... yeah. I still remember that. Even tho those momories are covered in fog of fake smiles, and empty handshakes with people, that have numbers after their last names. For my whole life, i was prisoner of loneliness. Trapped in my parent's house. No friends. No boyfriend. Just my parents, their servants, and my fathers wierd ass visitors. I always knew there was happening something evil, something sinister. But i never knew what. Until i moved to college. And started seeing HIM. RAVEN "DAGGER" BALLARD II. I killed. I commited homicide. I'm a murderer. And you know what? I don't give a shit. Life is eat, or starve to death. Kill, or be killed. I'm one of the youngest trained killers. Irony i'm also one of the best ones. I kill for money on hookers, strippers and fancy cars. They call us 'unholy ones'. Kinda accurate, if you ask me, since nothing that i do for living could be considered holy. That was until my job started to include HER.